This is a story about racism, seen from a different point of view.
I used the KKK hood, world wide known as icon of racism, to build a cage that represent the isolation and the limits of being racist in a multicultural society.
We begin to absorb bad (and good) influences from childhood.
From inside the hood is no longer possible to understand the world.

ALL PHOTOMONTAGES.
Pictures from my family album (1984-1999). It’s not autobiographical.
No one kid was really hooded during this work.

In my hood. A story about racism. KKK family album, life inside the hood.